http://fiction.eserver.org/short/araby.htmlI read the story twice in a row and really love it. This is not the type
of story for which I would postpone my bed time if I start reading it at
11pm. I feel I can focus my mind on it only if I am not rushing anywhere
and read slowly. Then I would feel a lot of the images in the story
enter my mind and remain vivid. Many of the scenes in the story make me
feel I've been there, been to all these places. Like the street scene
when the boy walked with his aunt back from market, the drawing room in
the empty house, the playmates, the crush, the bazaar... I haven't
experienced these scenes from the story, but I have all their
counterparts in my own life.
And the bazaar scene, I feel it happened more than once in my life, and
I am sure it will happen again. For example, I once left Kings Canyon in
early-afternoon and drove to Yosemite. After tedious driving on endless
winding roads, I arrived at the center of Yosemite in the darkness of early
evening. I arrived there, failing to see anything, and knowing I would
have to drive for same amount of winding roads to get out of the park
and go to my next stop, San Francisco. This is just a simple,
superficial comparison to the story. But the bazaar scene in the story
happened at other times in my life too, and sometimes brought me much
deeper anguish and anger than missing Yosemite.
Stories like this leave me in awe that a writer knows everything about
human feelings, and how similar people can be in their life situations
and emotions.